Inês. 13. Portugal. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the doctor comes to call... everybody lives.
“So I raise a morphine toast to you all, and if you should happen to remember, it is the anniversary of my birth. Remember that you were loved by me and that you made my life a happy one, and there is no tragedy in that.”